A nice striper caught March 2013 I grew up happy in Iowa, where everyone in the family worked their tails off for 51 weeks a year & fishing was limited to an annual vacation with relatives in WI & MN. My best memories are helping my Mom garden (I sold vegetables door-to-door from my little red wagon); helping my Dad smoke hams, bacon, turkeys & dried beef; & riding horses. In our Scandinavian family, the fish delicacies were pickled herring & gelatinous, smelly lutefisk made from salted or dehydrated codfish (I promise to never bring lutefisk to a striper club potluck!).
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